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The Mirror’s Hunger

The stairwell breathed like a throat. Every groan of stone, every drip of water felt alive. I pressed my back to the damp wall, pipe clutched like a lifeline, while Evelyn wheezed beside me. My sister leaned into my arm, her skin clammy, her breath shallow.

We weren’t out. We’d just crawled hig...